As the Purple Thunder pierced through the sky like a rainbow, the wind and snow were attracted by it and drifted down. Đồng Thái's left shoulder was soon covered with snow, while his right shoulder was much lighter. Đồng Thái patted his shoulder and asked curiously, "Is that real dragon so useless? People say that a mountain is famous if it has an immortal, not because of its height, and a water is famous if it has a dragon. I don't know how powerful a flood dragon is, but I'm sure that any immortal on earth would be seriously injured after this attack, but they would never die. Since the True Dragon that was born after devouring the fortune of countless mortals could create such a huge commotion, it should not be so weak. Is there anything strange about this? "
Tantai Ping looked calmly at the dragon and python crawling on the ground in the distance with a complicated expression. Her five fingers were trembling in her big white sleeves. She shook her head and said, "Dragons can be big or small, and can be dark or bright. The degree of injury depends on the size of its body. The more serious the injury, the smaller its body will be. As for whether it will die or not, it depends on whether it spits out the dragon pearl condensed from its essence and hides in the abyss, waiting for the next reincarnation. Otherwise, even if its head is chopped off, it still has a chance to turn from bright to dark. Now, even if the real dragon of Beimang's head is chopped off, the dragon pearl hasn't been spat out … "
Deng Taia patted away the falling snow on his shoulder. He simply raised his hand and waved it gently. The flying snow in the sky seemed to have hit a furnace and melted completely in the air a few feet away from him. If it were any other time, Deng Taia would definitely not do such an unnecessary action. It could be seen that after personally witnessing this great battle, even he, the Peach Blossom Sword God, who led the way of the sword, could not remain indifferent. After Deng Taia blocked the annoying drifting snow, he seemed to have realized that he was acting strangely. He laughed softly and said, "What Ming You? I am a boor."
Tantai Pingjing patiently explained, "There are also nine levels in Go. It's quite similar when used on the dragon. The last four levels are, from lowest to highest, Concrete, Ethereal, Meditative, and Enigmatic. Previously, the real dragon was restrained by the Way of Heaven contained in my sect's treasure, the Moon Well Heavenly Mirror. From Enigmatic, it temporarily fell from Enigmatic to Concrete. Even if it stole one and a half bolts of Heavenly Tribulation Purple Thunder, it only rose to Meditation. Because of this, the white python was able to gain the upper hand because of Hsu Fengnian's help. Otherwise, in an ordinary battle between pythons and dragons, even if it was a thousand feet long giant python that was the master of a great river, it wouldn't have much of a chance of winning against a baby dragon that was only a hundred feet long. "
At this point, Tantai Pingjing sighed and lamented, "Even a centipede dies but doesn't fall down, let alone a real dragon that is compatible with the Way of Heaven."
Đồng Thái turned his head and glanced at the tall lady beside him whose sleeves were as big as the wings of a white phoenix. He said helplessly, "It's getting more and more obscure. Fortunately, I managed to understand the mystery behind it. Sect Master Tantai, are you implying that the real dragon still has the strength to fight? The real dragon is cunning, but that lad is not bad either. He made use of the Thunder Pool to bloom the Purple Gold Lotus. Now that both sides are injured and no one has external help to rely on, what else can they do other than staring at each other? "
Tantai Pingjing did not say anything. Her ten fingers stretched out from the edge of her sleeves and clenched her sleeves tightly in her palms.
Đồng Thái muttered to himself, "Everything depends on whether Xu Longxiang can withstand the last bolt of Heavenly Tribulation. If he can't, with Hsu Fengnian, the real dragon of Beimang is destined to stand out and take the opportunity to hit him when he is down. Moreover, the Qi cultivators of Beimang are not to be trifled with. Other than sending out the real dragon, it's impossible that they don't have a backup plan. "
Tantai Pingjing asked, "Đồng Thái, are you just going to stand by and do nothing?"
"Stand by and do nothing? That's quite appropriate. " Đồng Thái looked directly at the Qi cultivator grandmaster who led the entire Guanyin Sect to the northwest border. He laughed and asked in return, "I don't care what the Heavenly Tribulation wants, what the Xu family brothers want, and even what the real dragon and the Qi cultivators of Beimang want. Both sides will compete in their skills and leave it to fate. However, if someone wants to take advantage of the situation, they have to ask whether I, Đồng Thái, agree or not. "
Tantai Pingjing's expression was as usual as she asked, "What do you mean?"
Đồng Thái turned his head and looked at the battlefield in the distance. "Both the dragon and the python suffered heavy losses. Taking the unique talisman weapons for themselves is a huge amount of merit. On the battlefield, such a military merit should not be inferior to the merit of a general who destroyed a country, right? Sect Master Tantai, if it were you Qi cultivators, would it be possible for you to ask the heavens for a favor? "
Tantai Pingjing's expression changed slightly.
Đồng Thái ignored the subtle change in Tantai Pingjing's expression. He crossed his arms and looked at the high clouds in the sky. He sneered and said, "In the past, Đồng Thái only pursued the path of swordsmanship and looked far and wide. However, from now on, I'm really tired of these condescending scheming and scheming. They can't cut through generations and generations, and it's chaotic and sloppy. Everyone is treated as a puppet."
Đồng Thái snorted heavily. "The Wu family has buried hundreds of thousands of swords in the sword tomb. Đồng Thái has not taken a single sword. Until now, I have not taken a single sword."
Tantai Pingjing, who had always stood aloof from worldly affairs, did not back down. For the first time, she went head-to-head with someone. She asked, "Why? Are you threatening me?"
Đồng Thái laughed heartily. "Do you think you're worthy?"
Tantai Pingjing's chest heaved up and down. It was obvious that she was furious. However, she did not say anything in the end.
The lightning pool that bloomed from the purple-gold lotus gradually withered. The snow-white giant python that had broken through to the Meditation Realm lost its support. Its aura dissipated and it was on the verge of death. After exchanging a glance with Hsu Fengnian, it slowly closed its eyes.
Hsu Fengnian, who had a saber under his armpit, stood with his back against the giant python's head. He stared at the head of the true dragon that was as tall as a human. "Still playing dead? Can't you act like a true dragon? "
The golden eyes of the dragon head that had a deathly still aura were still lifeless. However, after hearing Hsu Fengnian's words, the two dragon whiskers swayed leisurely.
Hsu Fengnian saw that it was finally too lazy to hide its strength. He shifted his gaze slightly upwards and looked at the empty sky. He said, "If I'm not wrong, you're waiting for Beimang's Xijing Qi Refinement Warrior to give you the 'finishing touch' and rebirth at the cost of more than a hundred lives, right?"
The eyes of the true dragon were lifeless. However, the two dragon whiskers swayed gracefully like two lotuses in the wind, causing mysterious patterns to appear in the air.
Hsu Fengnian laughed. "It doesn't matter who lives and who dies. Anyway, there's such a Qi Refinement Warrior who can benefit from the fight between the snipe and the clam. Before you enter the state of mind, she can take out the Lunar Well Heavenly Mirror to subdue and suppress you. Are you willing to accept that?"
The dragon whiskers swayed, creating ripples and sounds. It spoke solemnly through the mouth of heaven and earth.
It was full of sarcasm and contempt.
"Ant!"
After hearing the words, Hsu Fengnian's heart beat like a drum. The clothes on his chest were torn apart. However, he looked happy. He even had the mood to raise his arm and wipe the blood stains on his face. He smiled and said, "It's not easy for ants to praise a big country. It's not easy for an ant to shake a tree. Of course, I've heard of this principle. Whether it's a true dragon like you or a group of Celestial Beings who have been in a high position for a long time, they all look at the world like frogs at the bottom of a well. The life and death of the world are controlled by the fishing rods in your hands. Then, you use the words' longevity 'as bait to lure them. It's called the cycle of heaven and the wide net of justice. "
At this point, Hsu Fengnian, who was still wiping his face, did not completely put down his arm. The cold saber hung diagonally under his armpit. A drop of blood from the specific realm of a true dragon slid down from the tip of the saber. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the sky. The corners of his mouth twitched. "I don't like to talk much when I fight. I try not to talk if I can. You and I both know the reason why I'm talking so much to you. You're waiting, and I have to slowly recover. After the death battle with Wang Xianzhi, more than half of the Celestial Being physique that Gao Shulu gave me was damaged. Its Qi kept leaking out. However, I didn't repair it. Instead, I went to Mount Wudang to learn a secret technique. I devoted myself to perfecting the pond in my body. I didn't hesitate to walk with a limp on the path of martial arts … "
Hsu Fengnian tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. People were used to describing a person's extreme pain as pain that penetrated the bone marrow or the heart. However, Hsu Fengnian's Qi was shattered from the inside out. The pain was even more exaggerated. It was like an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts. His skin and bones were being crushed inch by inch by a small hammer, and his tendons and veins were constantly being poked by fine needles. However, his mind was always maintaining a clear thought process.
Hsu Fengnian's expression was somewhat ferocious. "It's really painful. I haven't gotten used to it even after experiencing it a few times. The lightning spear that Duanbo Er brought back was no different from scratching an itch. "
As he spoke, the mouthful of blood that was about to fall to the ground turned into a red serpent-like spiritual creature. It scuttled back to Hsu Fengnian's body and seeped into his skin.
Red threads could be seen everywhere on Hsu Fengnian's exposed skin. They were like snakes flicking their tongues.
Hsu Fengnian, who had recovered some of his strength, held out the Beiliang saber covered in true dragon blood and wiped it on the snow-white python's forehead.
The two strands of dragon whiskers shook violently, as if it was angry.
Hsu Fengnian let out a long breath and said softly, "Huang Man'er, hold on a little longer."
A streak of resplendent white light originated from Xijing and rapidly shot from Beimang into Liuzhou.
Upon closer inspection, it was actually two streams of light twisting together, like two dragons chasing a pearl.
Hsu Fengnian did his best to straighten his back, revealing a rare serious expression. He held the saber in his left hand and opened his right hand. He lifted the cold saber and slashed it across his palm.
He clenched his fist tightly.
At this moment, behind Hsu Fengnian, who was facing the dragon head, the young man biting his sword and charging forward forcefully collided with the purple lightning.
The lightning that was supposed to strike Hsu Fengnian's back was intercepted by the young man. After the collision, the thin young man's feet fell to the ground and his body leaned back.
The originally straight trajectory of the purple lightning slightly deviated, showing a slight twist.
The dazzling purple lightning madly sputtered above the young man's head.
The young man was knocked into the ground by the unstoppable purple lightning, his knees sinking deep into the ground.
The Calm Wind Ripple in the young man's mouth had cut a gap in the front of the purple lightning, but it was still not enough to break through the purple lightning.
The purple light crazily lingered around the long sword. The long sword trembled like the mournful cry of an autumn cicada.
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